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The Red Brick Prison. Chapter II
He stood at his window, gazing out at the rows of terraced houses stretching out in-front of him; And as he stared he tried to send himself somewhere else. A Far off land, of pure sandy beaches and sparkling oceans. A place of freedom, happiness and solitude. But the screaming brought him back. The horrific screams from the room below grabbed him and yanked him out of his dream world, and there he was again in that box. His dark, grey cell, one window giving a view of those rows of identical red brick boxes.
Trapped like a bug in a cage filled with birds, nasty hateful crows trying to claw and peck away his soul. As the screaming and yelling downstairs got louder, and things smashed against walls, he tried not to listen. He shut his eyes tight, and tied to send himself back to that beach of pure white sand and endless freedom. Then another sound pulled him back, a cracking like thunder. Another broken door.
He sat defeated on the bed, staring out at those red brick houses just like his. One day. He knew, one day this bug would crawl away, this caterpillar would escape the ravenous birds that held him captive and become a butterfly. Chasing the sunlight to a better place, with no fighting or screaming. A place filled with beauty and hopefulness.
There he would meet the girl of his dreams, someone loyal and kind, with the soul of an artist and the heart of a lion. He would take her hand and they would spend their day's walking barefoot along the beaches, swimming in the ocean. And their night's in each-others arms.
He knew it had to come true, he was nineteen, his life was still ahead and his hope a fuel everlasting. His dream would never die, one day he would escape this red brick prison and fly.
And so for now, he would go downstairs and clean up the rubble of yet another one of their fights.